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I will be writing this from both points of view….so a 3 shot probably. I am dyslexic, I mess up words and my spelling is at times atrocious, if you want to complain about those things, kindly stop reading now and go away. I have had this idea in my head for 3 days so…time to get it on paper…or well...a computer screen.
He stepped through he portal to the institute and memories flooded back to him. All the times Alec had snuck out, then the family meets there, and the healings. He had never been there and not felt at least a tiny bit happy. And this time was no different. The boy in his arms was stable, and in his arms. For that he was grateful. He knocked on the door and Jace answered. He looked like he was in pain as well. The shadow hunter bond between the two was unbreakable and unmistakable. He let Magnus through and followed him into the infirmary.
"Is he…." Jace trailed off quietly.
"He's alive, healing now." Magnus replied softly. Jace shook his head, and Magnus could feel the anger radiating off him. "Just go ahead and say it Jace, but believe me when I say you can't say anything to me I haven't already thought of myself." He said his voice quiet.
"What did you think would happen?" Jace said, his voice quiet but angry. Magnus could hear it building but he knew he deserved it. If anyone loved Alec nearly as much as he does, it would be Jace. And the lashing he was about to get from Isabelle would probably rival what Alec had just been through. "Shadow hunters, we are different, we don't just fall in and out of love like Warlocks apparently do. Once we are in love, it's for a lifetime." Jace paused and for a moment the warlock wondered why. He looked over and Alec moved, his face contorted into pain. "We have all spent the last month with little sleep." He paused his voice dripping with sadistic hate, "He screams in his sleep now. Sometimes he sobs, sometimes he cries, but he doesn't ever just sleep quietly. For a while we had him on suicide watch. One of us was always with him, in the room, or sitting in the next room listening. Trying to make sure he didn't do anything ridiculous. It didn't work. He would go out hunting with us and do stupid things. He got hurt almost every night and we would have to wait until he was asleep to do the iratze. He didn't want to be healed. We worried but this happens you know. Shadow hunters don't want to live anymore and so they don't." he stopped again and Magnus was sure he was happy to see the tears welling up in his own eyes. "We tried to help, but then this morning, I fell asleep on my watch. It was finally quiet. We all went to sleep. We woke and he was gone." Jace stopped again. His breathing hitched. "Thank you for both killing and saving my brother." He said and then walked out of the room. Magnus walked closer to the bed where Alec was laying peacefully. He touched the boys face, willing him to wake up and forgive him. Alec moved and then whispered, "Magnus…" his voice was small, pain was etched in those two syllables. "Magnus, please…." His voice was louder this time and Magnus wondered for a moment if the screaming was why his voice was so soft in the park. He put his hand on the boys throat and after another healing spell Alec seemed significantly in less pain. He knew this was now a waiting game. Alec had to decide to wake up. But he would hope and he would wait.